Arrr, scratch me me parrot; shiver me timbers! May ye be Bob the Sailor.
Legends are told 'bout ye on the high seas and cavernous grottos.
Some bramble, ye had a divorce, and quite a messy one at that. Rough.
So ye found yeself within those endless salty caverns of angler, me heartie!
Yer fishing rod in hand, fightin' off fierce fish; ship shakin' with the rough waves.
And yet, Sailor Bob returns, treasures and booze in hand and on the hook!
Ye must be the best sailor I've ever seen.
Thank you a lot for this amazing feedback!
Ye really put a smile on me face!
I hope yer swell never tips yer boat, and yer bounty be always bountiful!